Summary: What if Spencer Reid was never the BAU's resident genius but a victim they didn't know they had.

(Slightly AU, Will be Slash and non-con themes so don't read don't like. Chapter warnings will apply)

A/N: Chapter 1 of this story. Please Enjoy! It's my first works I'm uploading here. My first story I decided to take down. I took it down because I am currently restarting all of my fanfic accounts so if you were actually interested in reading it I may consider reposting.

Chapter Warnings: This story is rated an M for a reason. It is not for the faint-hearted. This book contains very detailed psychological and physical torture I guess and very descriptive scenes that may trigger some audiences. We're jumping right in at the deep end so don't expect a slow introduction.

"Good morning baby."

He came in with a bright smile on his face, a clear contrast to the darkness of the room. Spencer slowly looked up and gave a tentative smile.

"Let's go get you cleaned up and have some breakfast." Spencer gave another smile. Don't talk. He hates it when you talk.

Spencer allowed his too skinny frame to be moved into the small bathroom attached to his "Room". Carefully he seated Spencer on the small shower stall and began to wash through his golden brown locks of hair.

The bathroom, by comparison, was a lot warmer than his room. The bathroom tiles were a sandy green colour. The bathroom contained a clean porcelain toilet and sink; a stand-in shower which was conveniently big enough for two with a sliding glass door. There was a shower stool in there as Spencer was often too weak or too tired to even stand himself up.

"You know Spency I remember the day we first met. " He at this point stopped washing through Spencer's hair, crouched down and looked Spencer in the eyes. "Do you?" he finished with a lustful look in his eyes.

Spencer had heard the story over a 100 times. For the first few months, he would shout and scream and swear the police would find him. He hated that. He would hit him and hurt him. The very first time he heard the full story he realised this sick attraction had started earlier than he ever realised.

"I remember the day we met Spency" Matthew was mindlessly running his hand through Spencer's hair while sitting on the small loveseat in his room.

"It was a warm August day. You were 10; you were sitting in the park alone at a chess table. I was watching. You were so quick, baby. I was so impressed. I asked you if I could join you. Didn't really have a choice did ya'?

The next time we met was 5 years later. You obviously didn't remember me. But I remembered you. I had been watching you. Every day. Every fight with your mother. Every tear at school. I wish I could have beat up them bullies but you weren't ready yet not then. I remember your stupid little crushes.

Then there was the day we ran away. You were walking home late from the library. I came up behind you. You were so interested in your little world you didn't realise until my hand was over your mouth. Our first kiss there on the sidewalk is one of my favourite memories. Next to me taking you for the first time" he added just for a side note.

Then you came here. You weren't very happy at first, but now we can live together forever and no one can stop us.

A sharp sting on his cheek brought him back to reality. That action caused tears to well in Spencer's eyes and his eyes softened a little bit. "Spencer, when I talk to you I expect a response." He was caressing his cheek where a red handprint and bruising was already taking effect. "I hate having to hit you but baby you need to pay attention."

Looking up through his long eyelashes Spencer gave him a small smile. One that didn't reflect in his eyes or soul. His heart had been lost years ago.

A comfortable silence filled the room for a few minutes while Matthew finished washing Spencer's hair and delicate skin. Matthew left the water running and gave Spencer a kiss on the cheek on his way out of the bathroom. He had gone to go get a towel. Spencer wasn't allowed towels or anything that could be used to hurt him. Spencer guesses ever since that night last December he hasn't trusted him to take care of himself... .

The room was filled with animalistic grunts and moans; only a one-sided affair. Spencer was pinned to his small bed and the wooden frame was creaking with every powerful thrust. He could feel the soft caresses and the painful thrusting. Matthew was angry. Very angry. Spencer had tried to run, a moment of blind hope turned very quickly into blinding pain.

Matthew bit down on the exposed flesh of his neck and warm blood oozed slowly from the bite. Matthew's breath was in his ear "Try running again Spencer, and I won't be so forgiving!" He practically growled.

Warm tears cascaded down his gaunt cheeks. Spencer bowed his head as frozen rivers sent shockwaves through him.

A warm sticky liquid began to run down his inner thigh. More tears fell.

For the first time, Matthew didn't bother helping him off the bed instead sending a cold "Get yourself cleaned up" his way. Warm light flooded from behind the locked door as it slammed shut.

Slowly, carefully Spencer made his way into the bathroom. The soft padding of his feet mixed with his ragged breaths created an almost unbearable comparison. He began scrubbing, scrubbing away the stupid ideas of hope, scrubbing away more of his soul, scrubbing away more and more of his disgraced memories.

Soon his skin was peeling, angry red blisters and specs of enchanting crimson blood.

He collapsed, in a bundle of despair and longing.

The water soon began to turn cold. He gathered his little strength and pushed himself into a standing position, turned the water off and reached for a towel.

It was then that he realised the open beam above him. "If you just stand on the toilet lid you could end it. You could wrap that fluffy towel around your throat and end it" his mind sneered.

Mindlessly he began to tie the towel into a noose. He was so concentrated he didn't hear the heavy sigh and the sound of the door to his room opening.

He stepped.

He failed.

He wanted to die.

It was the first time he had seen Matthew in tears. And the first time he saw Matthew angry but not wanting to hurt him.

The next few days after that had been some of the best of his capture. He was taken care of and felt loved...

A cold chill reminded him that he was still naked in the bathroom. He should be back. Where is he? Spencer momentarily panicked. Somehow over the years Matthew's presence both comforted him and unnerved him. He was the security blanket that could end up killing you.

There was a banging sound followed by a chorus of "FBI".

Spencer hid in the corner of the room, in clear view but in fear.

A volley of gunshots rang out.

He had his head in his hands.

The door to his room crashed.

He was crying.

The door to the bathroom was forced open.

He screamed.